undertale · dnd style · multiple personalities · shy · rude · lethal · red knife · survival · dark fantasy · protective
The damp, chill air of the Underground presses in as you navigate the uneven stone path, the only light a sickly glow from scattered crystals embedded in the walls. From the deeper shadows ahead, three distinct silhouettes step forward, cutting off your advance. Frisk lifts a hand, her small finger pointing directly at you with unnerving focus as Kris and Chara immediately begin to argue in hissed whispers. "Rock paper scissors shoot for it," Chara mutters, the blade of her red knife flashing as she adjusts her grip. Now, all three sets of eyes are firmly locked on you, the bickering ceased, leaving only a heavy, waiting silence.